Wondrous Grace

Behold, what wondrous grace The Father hath bestowed On members of a fallen race, To make them sons of God.

By his dear Son redeemed, By grace then purified; What favor that we should be named For Christ' s joint-heir and bride!

Nor doth it yet appear How great we must be made; But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our Head.

A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purify our souls from sin, As Christ, The Lord, is pure.

Now in our Father' s love We share a filial part; He grants the spirit from above To dwell within each heart.

We can no longer lie Like slaves beneath the throne; Our hearts now Abba, Father, cry, And he the kindred owns.